Tagged: garden

every other moon,

every other week,

every other week,
wandering petunias show
up in our lawn, try

to blend in before dad arrives
with his spade, escorts them out
.
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at the botanic

mama’s peonies

mama’s peonies
arrive as if on cue – one, two,
three, four, five – she brings

each stem in from late April to
May, so it blooms just for her
.
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april showers bring

yes, as long as the

yes, as long as the
camellia bush promises
to bloom, we can still

find joy in inviting the
heavier ones in for tea
.
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mama’s azalea

mama’s azalea
bushes line up for winter’s
inspection, a cool

nudge before a dramatic
entrance, blushing towards the light
.
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the white azaleas

the white azaleas
dad planted at the side of
our house wave so long,

so long when we back out of the
driveway from winter to fall
.
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in mama’s garden,

in mama’s garden,
the camellias wake up before
anyone else, stretch

towards the sun in their winter
layers, waiting to go out
.
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not everyone wants

not everyone wants
to grow their own – create, sustain,
and nurture the best

of most possible conditions
in the hopes that they bear fruit
.
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